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Monday, August 10, 2009

Common $#$&(@#$&* Courtesy

As I sit typing this, I'm waiting for our AC people to call back. You see, we've been without any air conditioning for roughly two weeks now. Initially, we had a friend of a friend come check it out. He added free on and cleaned the ducts, neither of which worked, and he was unable to find anything that could explain why it wasn't blowing any cold air. So we had to suck it up and call in the local experts, who determined our AC has bit it. Not really a big surprise, it's in the age range where that's likely to occur. When we were trying to get prices, it took FOREVER for them to "call us right back" (1-2 days which is an eternity when temperatures and tempers are rising). Now we've got the damn thing ordered, it's "supposed" to be in today, and "hopefully" they'll be out today to install it. This is what they told us Friday. So I'm off today (monday is my regular day off), and for the FIRST TIME EVER I have the house completely to myself- they started school last Wed, Reese's first year (why they started in the middle of the week is beyond me). So I call them this morning, to see when they typically get deliveries and when they might think they're coming out. I've got a few thing to do, I'm not asking for an exact time, just a ball park because obviously I don't want to miss their phone call. He said he would find out and "call me right back." This was over an hour ago. Sometimes, I just can't GET OVER how CRAPPY customer service is these days!!!! Find out asshole, and call me right back like you said! It's not a difficult freaking task, and oh YEAH, it's your stinkin' JOB!! If they couldn't give you any idea of when it would be, then call me the F back and tell me that!!!! So now, I'll have to call back shortly, and I will be sweet and polite and apologetic for bothering them because I know they are SOOO busy, and they will FINALLY give me an answer, then call me a pushy bitch after hanging up.
For another example, the guy that works on our x-ray machine at work. Our machine was having problems but still working, and he was supposed to be finding us a replacement before we were completely without the ability to take radiographs. After about 10 phone calls, he finally had one for us to look at. Then I called him like 10 MORE times, because he kept saying he was going to bring pictures and prices by on certain days and he would NEVER SHOW UP!!! How professional is that??!! Of course he's the only guy in the area so we're stuck, he's really nice and knowledgeable, but what the hell good does that do if he's not there!!!! So THEN our machine totally croaks, it has been almost 2 weeks without it, and it "should" be in today and "probably" installed by the end of the week. @$&*@%#$@
And while I'm complaining, my neighbor on the end of my street really pissed me off the other day. We had a new bus driver the first day of school, because our regular one had to have surgery. The first week is usually a little screwy anyway, as new kids/stops are added on. This lady had a list of the addresses she was supposed to stop at, but no names or idea about who was supposed to get off where. She's driving her route after school, stopping at the stops, and no one's getting off. So she makes the rounds like 4 times before everyone finally disembarks. Some kids were like 20 minutes late getting off the bus. One kid apparently got off at his friend's house, and walked the couple blocks back to his own. I'm assuming it was this heifer's kid, because I got stuck behind the bus the next day while she was leaning in the door, screaming and pointing for like 10 minutes. Her poor kid is on the driveway for the duration. When she's done she turns around and stomps toward him, gives him a kiss, then clamps her arm around his shoulders and marches him back toward the house. Here are my reasons why my neighbor is a total whore and the outburst was completely uncalled for A) her kid is almost as tall as me. are you telling me that after 4 or 5 years of riding the bus he has no idea where he's supposed to get off? He got off at his friend's because he knew he could get away with it that day B) did YOUR freaking bus pick you up and drop you off in front of your house???!! My certainly didn't! We had to walk a few blocks to the bus stop and C)(probably the most important) Parents are supposed to be WAITING to get their kids off the bus, and if no one's there TECHNICALLY the driver is not supposed to leave them. Where was Holier Than Cow when the bus passed her house for the umpteenth time?
On a lighter note, someone destroyed 26 mail boxes in our neighborhood the other night. One of them was ours. Luckily Aaron was able to nail it all back together, now it's even sturdier than before! We like our earthy, antique of a mailbox, I mean it's not like you can buy them with the fungus already on them. It takes YEARS to develop. Apparently, they were driving a golf cart, because they left several large pieces of its plastic windows all over the streets. It would seem the total douchebags were knocking their own means of transportation apart while destroying the property of others. When Aaron called the cops, they already knew who the culprits were and they were on their way to pick them up. I guess when you leave a trail of evidence leading to your snoring form snuggling an aluminum baseball bat, it's pretty much an open and shut case. ( I'm making that up, but how funny would that be?).
I consider my mailbox a small sacrifice I'd be willing to make again to serve a higher purpose. You see, Mooron Mom's mailbox was also toast. She probably called the mayor and tried to get a guest spot on the local news to express her outrage.
In closing, we do have two new red chickens. And none of the little mother cluckers are shooting any eggs out of their pooper yet! When are the portly peckers going to start earning their keep???!!
It's been right at two hours, and guess who hasn't called me back yet?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

You have said it all! No comments necessary

Love

Dad

Anonymous said...

Did you see your red dot in Nairobi Kenya, Africa? That is Marcella Chesang Samoei, a young woman mom and I helped get an education at the University of Eastern Africa Baraton in Nairobi. I sent her your blog address and she must have checked you out.

Hope all is well...

Love

Dad

Christy said...

Customer service does stink these days. I hate going to Kroger because if you happen to be rude enough to ask someone for help they roll their eyes and click their tongue to make sure you know you are a huge inconvenience to them.

That bus story made me laugh... it's always someone else's fault.